Gone Phishing Poem by Francie Lynch

At many times in the past,
My take on life
Was a puzzling grasp
Of truth and lies.

In my soul,
In my heart,
I was convinced
I was smart.
That's what I depended on,
Before being victim to the con.

It comes from the side
Of your weakest eye,
While you think you're helping
This other guy.

The hit is done with such aplomb.
That's the beauty of the con.

I'm still as smart as I thought I was,
But wiser now,
Just because,
I was the victim of a scam,
That had me feel like a lesser man.

I was tricked,
I was slicked,
By a con's phishing trip,
But never again.

I promise this.